The jade plate hung high in the air like a mirror, sprinkling a silver light for His Majesty in front of the hall.

Jiazheng Hall.

The silk and bamboo are magnificent, and the ministers present are all drinking happily, not as restrained as usual, just because today is the annual begging festival of the Dajin Dynasty.

In the middle of the hall, the dancers danced with long sleeves, and the ribbons were waving, like fairies.

At the top of the hall, I saw Sima Mo sitting on the dragon chair, ignoring the songs and laughter of the ministers below, just picking up the jade bottle and drinking the stuffy wine by himself.

"Pour the wine!" Drinking all the wine in the cup, Sima Mo spoke coldly.

Gonggong Jiang held the jade pot in his hand and stepped forward to add another glass of wine to Sima Mo's jade bottle.

The richly brewed grape wine immediately brought a burst of coolness and comfort to his throat, and Sima Mo seemed to be addicted to drinking, one cup after another.

"Pour the wine!"

"Your Majesty, you have to go to court early tomorrow." Gonggong Jiang began to comfort on the side, "If you drink too much, the slave is worried about ......"

"I want you to pour wine!"

"This ......" Gonggong Jiang was a little embarrassed.

Seeing that Gonggong Jiang was slow to move, Sima Mo directly took away the jade pot in Gonggong Jiang's hand, and then drank all the wine in the jade pot.

"I'm going to go out and get some air." Sima Mo's handsome face was stained with a touch of wine.

"Your Majesty......" Gonggong Jiang was a little worried.

"Don't follow me." After the words fell, Sima Mo left the dragon chair.

It wasn't until he left the Jiazheng Hall that a cool wind came to his face, and the wine on Sima Mo's face seemed to have disappeared halfway.

Standing in front of His Majesty, Sima Mo looked from afar.

I saw that tonight, a soft gauze palace lamp was hung high, and the sound of singing and dancing came from all palace courtyards, and there was jubilation everywhere, which seemed to dye another layer of color for the whole solemn palace.

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Loei Yuan.

The incense table is filled with all kinds of melons, fruits and drinks.

Murong Jin looked up at the sky and saw that there was no clouds tonight, and the bright moon was smooth and bright.

The time has come, and this is the best time to worship the Weaver Girl.

When I came to the incense case, I saw her kneeling on the futon, her hands folded, and she began to pray silently in her heart.

Under the moonlight, Murong Jin's reverent kneeling appearance accidentally fell into the pair of black eyes as black as obsidian outside the courtyard.

"Your Majesty!" Yun'er beside Murong Jin suddenly exclaimed.

Hearing this, Murong Jin's heart "chuckled", and then followed Yun'er's gaze to look out of the courtyard, and an indelible light flashed in his eyes.

Outside the courtyard, I saw Sima Mo wearing a dark cyan dragon-patterned brocade robe, with a jade belt and a slim body. The moonlight fell behind him, gilding his figure with a faint aperture.

Sima Mo stepped into the courtyard, and Yun'er hurriedly knelt down for a while. However, Sima Mo seemed to ignore her existence, and only a pair of black eyes fell on Murong Jin, who was kneeling in front of him.

I saw that she was wearing a blood-red antique double-butterfly Qianshui skirt today, with a thin tobacco yarn as thin as cicada wings, and three thousand green silks were simply pulled up, leaving only a few strands of hair on each side of her sideburns.

Seeing that she seemed to have made a little dress up for tonight's begging, a trace of displeasure rose in Sima Mo's heart, "Get out!"

Yun'er was so frightened that she hurriedly retreated, and Murong Jin also got up and wanted to withdraw, but at this time, Sima Mo said coldly to Murong Jin, "You, stay!" ”

Murong Jin was stunned for a moment, and his footsteps stopped.

The moonlight sprinkled all over the courtyard, the flowers in the corners seemed to bloom more luxuriantly than the last time, the banyan trees were covered with ribbons, and gauze lamps were hung high in the courtyard.